A letter to my Mother

Dear Mom,
Today I want to ask you lots of questions. Some have struck me over the years and some are fresh off the oven. But it’s just that time in life, when I need answers! And of the many things I demand from you, this is one of them!

When they say that motherhood is the best phase, is it really true? Is it really all that beautiful a feeling to clutch that little crying, person covered in blood? Is it all that wonderful to give up on your own life all of a sudden? Where did you get so much patience from? No really, where from?

When I insisted on wearing an ugly home frock on my sisters 9th birthday party, how did you resist your urge to not slap me? When I woke up late EVERY morning for school, how did you not throw me out of the house? When I insisted on sleeping late, even on school nights, how did you not trade me for the neighbour’s kids? And when I grew my hair long and you had to braid them every morning before school while we were in a mad rush, didn’t you just want to curse me and go back to bed? And what about all those classes you took me for...music, art, dramatics? Didn’t you feel like giving up on me?
How do you manage to do it?

When our foreign returned baby cousins started calling you Geechu, and the name stuck...you only laughed! Now everyone calls you Geechu! You still laugh

When didi told you she wanted to get married, you reacted like a friend “what? Are you serious?”

When my friends come over and we regale you with our silly stories of petty fights with other friends, you seem to want to listen...off course over a plate of sev puri which make yourself!

How do you do it?

How did you get the infinite wisdom to know what’s right for me, how do you always sniff out the friends who are going to stick around? How do you keep listening to me when I go on about ads and advertising? How do you understand when I want to paint my nails bright blue? How do you forgive me for making a mess, EVERY DAY! How do you stay calm when I come into the house yelling, even though you don’t know what it’s about?

My questions don’t seem to end mom, but I have a few things I must confess.

I’m proud of you and the way you have lived your life. I envy your patience. I wish I looked like you mom, ethereal yet unaware of it. I get jealous when you say ‘the kids’ and you don’t mean didi and me, but your tuition bacchas. Even though I make a fuss about you being on facebook, I love it! I love that you are a cool mom. I love that you rock at scrabble. I love that you sing each song slowly. I love that you sing aloud. I love that you cook so well. I love that you are a great hostess. I love that my friends love you. I love that you love them and you know what; most of all mom...I love you!

And I really don’t know about other women, but God made you to be a mother :)

Happy Mother’s Day

My first email post

Does this really work?

Tarts and growing up

Today I was at my favourite Candies at Pali Hill, Bandra. The place was buzzing as usual, the evening crowd made its way to the never endling lines. Everyone gushing about the food, what is left and what is not. Candies is notorious for all the food being sold out by sunset. Just after ordering my coffee I was waiting and looking around, when a little kid ran and pressed his nose up against the display glass. I was damn amused, the boy was really tiny and all he could see from there were the tarts. I smiled to myself, what good is that? He can't even look at the food let alone place an order...
But before I knew it, his mum had picked up the clue and ordered exactly what he wanted!
Just then I realised, lucky kid!
Too small to even reach the cash counter, it was like an unknown world to him ! And he didnt even care...
It made me think of when I was that height (no height jokes here please) and I could only see the proverbial tarts in life and now I got to think of how to pay for them :)

But I guess life is not to bad after all, for I spotted my favourite and rarely available cheese jungli sandwich tucked in the corner of the topmost row...yeah, for some things...you gotta grow up!

What is love?

Is it me being deliriously happy when Im drunk?
Or me being deliriously happy when Im sober?

Destiny's child

Why cant it be easy?
the way others have it!
the way its supposed to be!
like a blink of the eye...
like a breezy evening...
like a pastel sky...
like anything simple
like how i dreamed...
i guess this is where it comes from,
being destiny's child!

Lessons

If love is food and old monk
I know where to look
It maybe kept some place safe
Maybe between some book

If love is laughing at just about anything,
I know where to find
It maybe between economic discussions
Maybe stimulating the mind

If love is about silly nicknames
I know where to seek
It maybe on an idle afternoon
May be planted on some cheek

If love is about filmy old songs
I know where to listen
It maybe on a rainy evening
Maybe with the whole kin

If love is about making it work
I know how to strive
It maybe interstate or intercity
But it’s still worth a drive

If love is about anniversaries
I know who completed three
A certain couple I’d like to think
Would give me advice for free ;)

Happy anniversary sdondi and bil

And cheers to many more!

Summer

It’s hard for you to comprehend
But I just don’t want the summer to end
It reminds me of the good times
Of glorious days gone by
Of mangoes and badminton
The afternoons that would just fly
It reminds me of lovely evenings
I could do whatever I want
The imagery is more than pleasant
No treacherous homework to haunt
The summer continued to embody
All the good things in life
The end to all things boring
The end to all the strife
To this day the sun cheers me up
The yellow reflects in my mood
Cheer and joy envelope me
And reflect everything good
But it’s time for me to say good bye
I hate that it’s the end
Another year I’ll wait for you
Will miss you my seasonal friend